All her Mother did when they first arrived at Xuan Ling Nunnery was cry and weep endlessly, thinking about how unfortunate her life was, as she wallowed in self-pity. Every day, she would hope for her husband to have a change of heart and come to take her home. She didn't care about her young daughter at all.
Every day, Mother would simply shut herself in the house and cry. She was totally ignorant of whether her young daughter ate or not, or whether she had clothes to keep her warm or not.
One day, the cold and hungry young daughter was crying, hiding in a corner, and it was there where she met someone.
Someone she'd since kept close to her heart and would never forget her entire life...
Suddenly, a somewhat hesitant voice interrupted Ji Liruo's thoughts. "Miss… Ji?"
